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a noble whale ship and commander |
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called the Catalpa, they say |
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she sailed into Western Australia |
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and took six poor Fenians away |
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so come all you screw warders and jailers |
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remember Perth regatta day |
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take care of the rest of your Fenians |
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or the Yankees will steal them away |
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you kept them in Western Australia |
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till their hair it began to turn grey |
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when a Yank from the States of America |
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came out here and stole them away |
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now all the Perth boats were a-racing |
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and making short tacks fot the spot |
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but the Yankee she tacked into Fremantle |
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and took the best prize of the lot |
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so come all you screw warders and jailers |
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remember Perth regatta day |
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take care of the rest of your Fenians |
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or the Yankees will steal them away |
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the Georgette armed with bold warriors |
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went out the poor Yanks to arrest |
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but she hoisted her star-spangled banner |
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saying you'll not board me i guess |
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so remember those six Fenians colonial |
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and sing o'er these few verses with skill |
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and remember the Yankee that stole them |
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and the home that they left on the hill |
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so come all you screw warders and jailers |
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remember Perth regatta day |
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take care of the rest of your Fenians |
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or the Yankees will steal them away |